​Wishful beyond measureor calculation.Life though,is not about numbers,or being where it isthat we think that we should be,but living where we are at,and excepting the things that we were born with,and changing what we can.The wisdom,is knowing the difference.

​“Living with him is like being told a perpetual story: his mind is the biggest, most imaginative I have ever met. I could live in its growing countries forever.” ― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

I keep believing,that if I keep telling myself,that everything is my life,is getting betterthen it will get better.In the meantime thoughI guessthat I have to put up with what life is trying to give me.

​Sometimes,even after all of this time,I feel myself slipping into a state of sadness,over what was found and lost.I wish to weep,but there is nothing left to weep over.What is done is done,and the future will bring us along with it,whether we want to go or not.

​Laughter,even ay what might appear to be at the wrong time,might be a good thing.I guess that is why funerals are so sad.The one that should be crying,well there problems are solved.So they should be crying for us,because we are the ones who still have to deal with this shit.

​“Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Ballads and Other Poems

​“This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.” ― Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka